To Keep Things In Perspective

I had a chat with a friend whose sister survived the unthinkable. She talked about the power of words and what they mean. Somehow, my struggles are very small in comparison to others.
I have been trying to figure out what it means to be tough for as long as I can remember. Sometimes life happens and causes me to redefine my terms.


I found a prose I wrote for a young girl. Her name is Olivia. She was 13 when we met. She was diagnosed with stage 4 Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma.
Everyone told Olivia how strong she was.
“You’re doing so well,” they told her.
“You’re so strong,” they said.
Pretty sure Olivia would have rather been less strong and healthier than sick and enduring. She went through chemo. She endured the treatments.

What I remember most is when she told me, “I’d rather be left alone and not asked if I’m okay every five minutes.”
She just wanted to be a kid.
And let’s face it, who doesn’t want to be a kid?
I worked on a fundraiser for Olivia and came across something I wrote for one my posts.

Spring is here and you are where you are now
(Of course)
The line drawn from your dreams is now matched on chart, which marks the process of your treatment. But don’t be afraid . . .

Outside your window is a big world still new to you.
Outside your window are birds and butterflies, clouds and rainbows.

Think about warm moments.
Think about puppy dogs and kittens.
Think about days with friends, with family,
with laughter and times to remember.
Think about love.
Think about life with so much to see,
taste, and feel.

Spring is here and you are where you are
(Of course)
This is what we adults call,
“The here and now.”
But the good thing is . . . .
now is only temporary.

Outside your window; look and see.
There is an entire world that belongs to you.
Outside your window; look now because it’s all yours.

Close your eyes and see all you can dream.
Keep these dreams close.
Hold them tight and never let them go
Hold on tight, Olivia
Because this world belongs to you.

This little girl beat stage 4 cancer.
Sort of puts things in perspective when I start to complain about things that aren’t even important to begin with.

Life is the most precious thing we own:
Care for it
love it
Live it!

Amen

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